When he'd heard the door being kicked down, Spencer had, in a split second, envisioned who it might be. Morgan, probably, he kicks down doors with a gusto Spencer's never seen from anybody else. Or maybe it's Hotch, less gusto but far more military precision-- or Emily, who'd no doubt relish the opportunity, or--
He hadn't expected to see one of America's most notorious serial offenders decapitate one of unsubs. And then urgently tell him to do the same, while the other fanged unsub is snapping said fangs inches away from his throat.
Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have a moment to boggle over the appearance of Sam Winchester. Nor does he really have the time to hysterically remark that he doesn't have a machete or any way of removing the unsubs head, nor would he even if he were so inclined. The thought is abhorrent. What he does have is his gun, even though he's pinned to the floor, and some surprisingly effective self-defense moves that Morgan taught him.
The unsub rears back to try for another lunge, and Spencer throws his arm up defensively, the unsub's fangs sinking into his forearm. It gives him just enough space to bring his gun up and pull the trigger, blood spattering back onto his face and throat. But the unsub doesn't collapse. All he does is stagger backward, up onto his feet, yowling and cursing from the pain, staggering right into Sam's machete range.
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He hadn't expected to see one of America's most notorious serial offenders decapitate one of unsubs. And then urgently tell him to do the same, while the other fanged unsub is snapping said fangs inches away from his throat.
Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have a moment to boggle over the appearance of Sam Winchester. Nor does he really have the time to hysterically remark that he doesn't have a machete or any way of removing the unsubs head, nor would he even if he were so inclined. The thought is abhorrent. What he does have is his gun, even though he's pinned to the floor, and some surprisingly effective self-defense moves that Morgan taught him.
The unsub rears back to try for another lunge, and Spencer throws his arm up defensively, the unsub's fangs sinking into his forearm. It gives him just enough space to bring his gun up and pull the trigger, blood spattering back onto his face and throat. But the unsub doesn't collapse. All he does is stagger backward, up onto his feet, yowling and cursing from the pain, staggering right into Sam's machete range.